The million fishes and me

After carefully

weighing all of

my options,

***

I used my one wish,

granted to me

by the genie, for

one million fishes.

***

The genie nodded

and said,

“I here-by grant you

one million wishes!”

***

I shook my head

in frustration.

I said, “f-i-s-h-e-s!

One million fishes!”

***

The genie said

nothing and just

stared at me.

***

Then it hit me —

this guy wasn’t

listening to me at ALL.

 

 

 

 

 

Everybody’s where they want to be

They say that

when the head is

severed from

the body there

sometimes remain

a single moment

of consciousness

***

If that is true,

and I was to

be guillotined

***

My severed

head dropped

into a basket

***

I pray I won’t

find another

severed-head

already in it

***

because that would freak me out. 

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Memories of grandpa

My grandpa wore

fishing lures every day,

fastened to his hat.

***

There were pink ones,

and green ones,

and blue ones,

and yellow ones.

***

Some were shaped like fish,

and some not at all.

***

But so far as I can tell

he was never known to

have caught anything.

***

Nothing at all.

***

Except that one

time when grandpa

removed his hat

too quickly

***

And how on that day,

grandpa caught an

entire human scalp.

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